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Get Sum More
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Get Sum More was released on December 1, 2020 by Jay Woo as a part of the album Get Sum More - Single
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Release DateDecember 1, 2020
LabelJay Woo
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM59

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Woo
Jay Woo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jayden Woodard
Jayden Woodard
Songwriter

Lyrics

You the type of **** that'll lay up with a bitch
But I'm the type of **** that'll kick her to the door
You the type of **** to take a L and then complain about the shit
But I'm the type of **** that'll go and get some more
Married to the money, and we never getting divorced
The way the choppa singing should've tried out for the voice
Balling on ****, like I trying out for a sport
I just stuffed the wood, had to light it with a torch
Why you on the street, lll **** get back on the porch
All my cousins send it out, 30 rounds or more
I got plenty bitches it be hard to make a choice
Stacking on these Jackson's, like I'm trying to build a fort
Smashing all this traffic, got the pedal to the floor
Isle on my jacket, but my shirt it says said Dior
We was on the mattress, how we end up on the floor
She a boogie bitch, I told her ride it like a Porsche
You the type of **** that'll lay up with a bitch
But I'm the type of **** that'll kick her to the door
You the type of **** to take a L and then complain about the shit
But I'm the type of **** that'll go and get some more
Going and get some more, yeah go and get a bag
I was driving sick, is this designer on my ass
I ain't squashing shit lil **** you don't get a pass
All my shit popping so I got a **** mad
Bought a bitch a Cougar but she driving in a Jag
You gon to see the future, if I leave you in the past
Every time I do it, and when I up it, I'ma blast
Imma be the reason, that yo toe got a tag
I'm the be the reason that your bitch act different
She gon choose a **** cuz she know that im the realest
I don't do the cappin but I do rock 50's
I don't let a pussy **** blemish my image
You might be a dime, but you can't get a penny
More to my word, I might explain it like Jimmy
Imma keep on shooting till the Draco empty
I can make a call, and make you go missing
Smoking on the baddest doing a hundred down the highway
Money over bitches, I ain't trying to find a balance
I'm trying to mix the dope, I am trying to mix your family
All the smoking cookies, but it don't come out the oven
You a capping ass a ****, I ain't really with the bluffing
If a **** get off, he going to feel the repercussions
Married to the money, and we never getting divorced
The way the choppa singing should've tried out for the voice
Balling on ****, like I trying out for a sport
I just stuffed the wood, had to light it with a torch
Why you on the street, lll **** get back on the porch
All my cousins send it out, 30 rounds or more
I got plenty bitches it be hard to make a choice
Stacking on these Jackson's, like I'm trying to build a fort
Smashing all this traffic, got the pedal to the floor
Isle on my jacket, but my shirt it says said Dior
We was on the mattress, how we end up on the floor
She a boogie bitch, I told her ride it like a Porsche
You the type of **** that'll lay up with a bitch
But I'm the type of **** that'll kick her to the door
You the type of **** to take a L and then complain about the shit
But I'm the type of **** that'll go and get some more
Written by: Jayden Woodard
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